Sunday by Katelyn C. DeCecco
sundays once gloomy
now replaced
where’s your church?
between walls,
sheets,
deep breaths,
three square meals
served hot.
"lazy sunday" (photo by Flickr user David Urbanke)
is your afternoon still cut grass and cold mugs?
sweat in your eyes and paper plates folding in on themselves,
crisp lettuce that tastes like water,
white bread.
and the evening a used version of the morning,
rumpled and only a fake and forced clean,
unshaven,
loose socks.
burrs on my shoestrings.
and now, deep leather couch
quiet darkness
puffed skin below the eyes.
no face rubbed red in freshness,
no chins slipping down necks wilted in prayer.
yet, some element of sunday always manages
to give it away.
sunday bloody sunday.
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Katelyn C. DeCecco is a nanny-extraordinaire who colors for a living. When not sculpting young minds she enjoys crosswords, mix-tapes, dancing poorly and perusing Wikipedia. A native Texan she has an affinity for swimming in rivers, horses, and light beer. Her resolution for the year 2012 is to finally finish writing a children’s book. You can find her unkempt blog at shoeshineforadime.tumblr.
Comments
By trina on March 8th, 2012 at 11:22 am
guess that Biblical adage “raise them up in the way they should go and they will not depart from it” is testing you right now.